Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.